[Chorus- Chris Brown] Yesterday I fell in love Today feels like my funeral I just got hit by a bus Shouldn've been so beautiful Don't know why I gave
You told me That you?d always be my love You showed me My love just wasn?t enough Now I?m on this train The tracks falling off of my brain It won?t
Uh, before you get here Put yo panties in yo pocketbook That's what I told her, over the Motorola Hennessy and Cola I hold her at attention with my manors
Ayo wiz! You already know! Don't you ever leave Don't you ever go away I love you, I love you Yea, I'm begging you, don't you leave, (Why you wanna go
[Dirty Money] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, Aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, When you get hurt by the one you living
For all the times I really ever wouldn't be Look at us baby, look at us now For every day that I should have you by my side We'll make it baby, look at
You're in France! Children, come! I'll show you that French joie de vivre! Paris holds the key to your hear. And all of Paris plays a part. [ACCORDIAN
I'm sick of all the shit in '94 so now I'm capping Fucking with them devils every time I starts to rapping Listen to the man 'cause the man is coming
I'm sayin' to you That you will in a few minutes, hear from the man Who is takin' the place of real black leadership Who will answer the call for true
As I flow into the rhyme much smoother I keep the pace and add bass for you to Be able to experience the strength of God On your tape with a break that
Paris is my name, I flows with ease Cash checks, breaks necks and wrecks MC's Who ain't down with the sound of the Panther Movement Intense is a serious
to the dog and I show and prove Ten point program jams that flow and Pigs end belly up, stopped in motion Who's more brutal than a panther unleashed? Paris
Yo a sissy cop in the hood Shakin' a brother down, thinkin' he ain't no good What's your name, what you standin' here for? Thought I told ya not to come
enough Without some young sucka runnin' up You don't know me, so don't step I roll to the right and then bust your lip Paris is my name, I don't sleep
This is a warning, another cut to move on Another beat that's so strong Hold on and I get wicked in this song Stir up shit as the wit gets wisdom P-Dog
June 6th in the time of 6 o'clock Hot summer night in the city of hard knocks Two black brothers took a walk in the South side Could've been any brother
Again I start this but I'll add a new twist So the masses can't resist The message brought by a Panther strictly To relieve the disease of the sickly
rhymes are heard I keep on raising the curve Back and forth I never stick 'em soft I just run it Punks'll shun it, gangs keep their girlies on it Paris